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0DV: "After bloody Sunday, though every door in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with generous gore and every cobbleway slippery with the blood of heroes, the low waster never had the pluck to venture out while everyone else of the city throng, slashers and sliced alike, waded about on their usual avocations for the only once he took a peep through his keyhole to find out whether conciliation was forging ahead or falling back and why"

1DV: "After bloody Sunday, though every door in Lucalizod was smeared with generous gore and the cobbleway slippery with the blood of heroes, the low waster never had the pluck to venture out while everyone else waded about on their usual avocations for the only once he took a peep through his keyhole"

FDV2: "After the thorough fright he got that bloody Sunday, though every doorpost in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with generous gore & every cobbleway slippery with the blood of heroes, the low waster never had the common pluck to stir out & about while everyone else of the city throng, slashers & sliced alike, waded around on their daily avocations {or stonestepped across the human bridge on their usual quest for higher things}, for the only once he took a tompeep through his westernmost keyhole to find out whether conciliation was forging ahead or falling back & why"

FDV3: "After the thorough fright he got that bloody Sunday, though every doorpost in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with generous gore & every cobbleway free for all slippery with the blood of heroes, the low waster never had the common baa lamb's pluck to stir out & about while everyone else of the city throng, slashers & sliced alike, waded around on their bonafide avocations some others stonestepping on their usual quest after higher things, across the human bridge set up over the slop by Messrs the charitable government, for the only once he took a tompeep through a 3 draw telescope through his westernmost keyhole with an eachway hope in his shivering soul to find out whether conciliation was forging ahead or falling back & why"

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0DV: "semiparalysed his face & trousers changing colour every time a rifle spoke. [...] Nabuchadonosor himself had not such a high & mighty opinion of himself as had this mental defective who bragged in a bar that he was aware of no other person either exactly unlike or precisely the same as what I know or imagine I am myself."

1DV: "semiparalysed by all the shemozzle where under the sacred shield of coward with his face & trousers changed colour every time a gat croaked. [...] Nabuchadonosor himself had not such a high & mighty opinion of himself as had this mental defective who bragged on one occasion to an interlocutor in a bar that he was aware of no other person either exactly unlike or precisely the same as what I know or imagine I am myself."

FDV2: "hemiparalysed by all the shemozzle, his face & trousers changing colour every time a gat croaked. How is that low, ladies and gentlemen? Why, whole continents rang with his lowness! But would anyone believe it out of a madhouse? Nero or Nabuchadonosor himself never nursed such a spoiled opinion of his marvellosity as did this mental defective who bragged on one occasion to an interlocutor in a gipsy's bar that he was aware of no other person either exactly unlike or precisely the same as what he fancied or guessed he was himself."

FDV3: "moaning feebly that his punishment was more than a nigger man could bear, and hemiparalysed by all the shemozzle, his cheeks & trousers changing colour every time a gat croaked. How is that for low, ladies and laymen? Why, whole continents rang with his lowness! But would anyone short of a madhouse believe it? Nero or Nabuchadonosor himself never nursed such a spoiled opinion of his monster marvellosity as did this mental defective who was known to brag on one occasion to an interlocutor he used to pal around with in a gipsy's bar that he was aware of no other person either exactly unlike or precisely the same as what he fancied or guessed he himself was."

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0DV: "hat in the ring, Shiela & the cow, here's the fat to grease the priest's boots & it's now notoriously known that when bloody Sunday when the grand germogall fight was raging between those fighting men extraordinary he corked himself up in his inkbottle and hid under a bedtick"

1DV: "hat in the ring, Shiela Harnett & her cow, here's the fat to grease the priest's boots & it's now notoriously known how on that surprisingly bloody Sunday when the grand germogall battle all star bout was gaily raging between those fighting men extraordinary & Irish eyes of blue were smiling he fled for his bare life corked himself up in his inkbottle badly the worse for drink and hid under a bedtick with his face enveloped in an overcoat"

FDV2: "hat in the ring, Sheila Harnett & her cow, here's the fat to grease the priest's boots, and it is now notoriously known how on bloody Unity Sunday when the grand germogall all star bout was gaily the rage between our fighting men extraordinary & eyes of Irish blue were smiling up their sleeves, the scut fled for his bare life & corked himself up tight in his inkbottle house badly the worse for drink & hid under a bedtick with his face enveloped in an overcoat"

FDV3: "hat in the ring, Sheila Harnett & her cow, put the wind up the other fellow, Healy Baba & the 40 Thieves, here's the fat to grease the priest's boots, and it is now notoriously known how on that surprisingly bloody Unity Sunday when the grand germogall all star bout was gaily the rage between our fighting men extraordinary & eyes of Irish blue were smiling up their sleeves rank funk getting the better of him, the scut fled for his bare life, without having struck one blow, & corked himself up tight in his inkbottle house badly the worse for drink & when he hid under a bedtick with his face enveloped in a dead warrior's overcoat"

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0DV: "He never could be got to play rational national games such as"

1DV: "He never could be dragged to play rational national flesh & blood games such as"

FDV2: "might, after first giving him a roll in the dust pity & forgive him but he was born low and sank lower till he sank out of sight. No force could tug him out to play flesh & blood children of nature's rational games like"

FDV3: "treating him with comparative contempt might, after first giving him a roll in the dust pity & forgive him but he was born low and sank lower till he sank out of sight. Darkie never done tug that fellow out to play flesh & blood children of nature's rational games like pickanninny"

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0DV: "other people he met except the simple word and person they had asked him about until they were completely undeceived. Of course he disliked a good sensible row and once when he was called in as umpire in an octagonal argument among [...] the low mean wretch agreed always with the last speaker while he nudged the one who was speaking to fill his glass for him. One night he was alternately kicked from 82 Dublin Square as far as the lefthand corner of Europe Parade by two groups of argumentalists who finally went home disgustedly, reconciled to a friendship, fast & furious, solely on account of his lowness."

1DV: "other people in the story whom he met except the simple word and person they had asked him about until they were completely undeceived. Of course he disliked a good sensible row and once when he was called in as umpire in an octagonal argument among [...] the low evilsmelling washout always rubbed shoulders with the last speaker & quite fully agreed with all his heart with every word as soon as uttered & absorbed while he at once turned his attention to the next octagonist who managed to speak nudging him & asking imploring him out of his piteous eyes to fill up his tumbler for him. As recently as 20 years ago he was alternately kicked through the deserted village from 82 Dublin Square as far as the lefthand corner of Europa Parade by two groups of argumentalists who finally thought they had better be going home disgustedly one & all, reconciled to a friendship, fast & furious, solely on account of his perfect lowness. It was thus hoped that people might, after giving him a roll in the dust, pity & forgive him but--"

FDV2: "other people in the story except the simple word & person they had cornered him about until they were completely undeceived about him. It went without saying that he disliked a plain common standup or knockdown row & once when he was called in to umpire an octagonal argument among the low washout always agreed with the last speaker and agreed to every word as soon as uttered with all his heart and then at once turned his whole attention to the next octagonist who managed to catch a listener's eye, imploring him out of his piteous one blinker to overflow his tumbler for him. One holiday night as recently as 20 years ago he was kicked alternately through the deserted village from 82 Dublin square as far as the lefthand corner of Europa Parade by rival teams of argumentalists who finally thought they had better be going home disgustedly one and all, reconciled to a friendship, fast & furious, which only arose out of his perfect lowness. Again there was a hope that people"

FDV3: "other people in the story except the simple word & person they had cornered him about until they were completely undeceived about him. It went without saying that he disliked anything anyway approaching a plain straightforward standup or knockdown row & when he was called in to umpire an octagonal argument among slangwhangers the accomplished washout always rubbed shoulders with the last speaker and agreed to every word as soon as half uttered with all his heart and then at once focussed his whole unbalanced attention to on the next octagonist who managed to catch a listener's eye, asking & imploring him out of his piteous one winker whether there was anything in the wide world he cd do to please him & to overflow his tumbler for him yet once more. One kailkannon night as recently as 20 years ago he was therefore kicked alternately through the deserted village from 82 Dublin square as far as the lefthand corner of Europa Parade by rival teams of argumentalists who finally as they had been detained out rather late thought they had better be streaking for home disgustedly one and all, reconciled to a friendship, fast & furious, which merely arose out of his perfect lowness. Again there was a hope that people"

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0DV: "the meaning of that foreign word, we think it is canaille?: or: do you ever in your travels happen to meet a gentleman named Bugger?: he would begin to tell the persons the whole lifelong story of his low existence explaining the meanings of all the other foreign words he used and telling every lie imaginable about all the"

1DV: "the meaning of that foreign word if you ever came across it, we think it is canaille?: or: did you anywhere captain, in your tales of travels happen to meet a gentleman by the name of something like Low Bugger who lives on loans & is 35 yrs of age?: he would begin without a sign of haste like a first class supreme prig with a vacant landlubber look to tell all the persons in the conversazione the whole lifelong story of his low existence explaining the meanings of all the other foreign words he used and telling every lie imaginable about all the"

FDV2: "the meaning of that foreign word we think it is canaille?: or: Did you anywhere, captain, in your tales of travel happen to meet a gentleman by name of Low Bugger who lives on loans and is 35 years of age?: without one sign of haste like the supreme prig he was he would pull on a vacant landlubber's face & then begin to tell all the persons in the conversazione the whole lifelong story of his entire low existence, explaining the various senses of all the foreign words he misused and telling every lie imaginable about all the"

FDV3: "the meaning of that foreign word if you ever came across it we think it is something like canaille?: or: Did you anywhere, captain, in your tales of travel happen to stumble over upon a gentleman answering to the name of something like Low Bugger who lives on loans and is 35 years of age?: without one sign of haste like the supreme prig he was he would pull on a vacant landlubber's face & then, with what closely approached to a lie, lisping to kill time, begin to tell all the intelligentsia in at the conversazione consciously the whole lifelong story of his entire low existence, giving unsolicited testimony on behalf of others as glib as eaves' water explaining the various senses of all the foreign words he misused and telling every lie unthinkable about all the"


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0DV: "into a fruiterer & florist, she knew he was of a bad fast man by his walk on the spot. [...] It was generally hoped he wd develop hereditary pulmonary T.B. but of course not even there was he true to type: Low! He treasured all unkind words. If ever in the public interest delicate hints were put to him such as: Do is"

1DV: "into a Patatapapaveri's fruiterer & florist by the wrong goods entrance, she knew he was of a bad fast man by his walk on the spot. [...] It was generally hoped when he got into debt heavily locally he wd develop suspected hereditary pulmonary T.B. and one pelting night bedded blanketed folk hearing a coarse song & splash thought all was over but of course not even there was he true to type: Low! Whole continents rang with his lowness. He treasured all unkind words with condign satisfaction. If ever in the public interest delicate hints were put to him during a conversazione by wellwishers pleading with him to be a man such as: Do What is"

FDV2: "into Patatapapaveri's, fruiterer's & musical florist, she knew he was a bad fast man by his walk on the spot. About that time it was generally hoped or suspected he would develop hereditary pulmonary T.B. {and one pelting night blanketed folk hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay thought all was safely over} but of course not even then was he true to type. You see he was low. All the time he kept on treasuring with condign satisfaction to himself all unkind words and if ever, during a conversazione in the nation's interest delicate hints were put to him about it, such as: What is"

FDV3: "into Patatapapaveri's, fruiterer's & musical florists', she knew he was a bad fast man by his walk on the spot. About that time it was generally hoped or suspected he would develop hereditary pulmonary T.B. and one pelting night blanketed folk hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay thought all was safely over but, though he fell heavily & locally into debt, of course not even then could he be true to type but cheated even death. You see he was low. All the time he kept on treasuring with condign satisfaction to himself all unkind words and if ever, during a conversazione in the nation's interest delicate hints were thrown out to him about it, by some wellwisher in vain pleading with him to be a man such as: What is"

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0DV: "with lump upon lump of rich stuffing swamping grand brown gravy for him. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless inebriation peel of a citron to his nostrils & hiccupped he could live all his days on the smell of it, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar on the founts on the mountains, lemon on, of Lebanon. The lowness of him was beyond all that was ever known. No firewater or first shot or gutburning gin or honest red or brown beer. No. O no. But he botched up on some kind of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yallagreen decoction of sour grapes & according to him it his cups it came straight from the noble white fat, the most noble wide her white hide that, from the winevat of the archduchess, Fanny Urinia. Talk about lowness! [...] Lowness visibly oozed out from this dirty little beetle for the very first instant the Thornton girl saw him walking"

1DV: "with lump after lump of rich stuffing swamping in grand brown gravy for him. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless inebriation he tried to lift the peel of a citron to his nostrils & hiccupped apparently impromptu he could live all his days on the smell of it, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar on the founts on the mountains, lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beyond all that was ever sunk to. No firewater or first shot or gutburning gin or honest red or brown beer. No. O no. But he sobbed himself sick on some kind of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yallagreen decoction of soured grapes & to hear him retching off in his sentimentality cups to his disreputable with swillers who when they found they cd not carry another drop were rightly indignant at his hospitality it came straight from the noble white fat, the most noble wide sat her white hide that, from the winevat of the lovely exquisite archduchess, Fanny Urinia. Talk about lowness! [...] Lowness visibly oozed out from this dirty little beetle for the very first instant the Thornton girl with her Kodak saw the as yet unremunerated national apostate who was genuinely gun & camera shy, taking a short cut when returning from a funeral"

FDV2: "a swamp of bogbrown gravy for him. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless intoxication he tried to lift the peel of a citron to either nostril and hiccupped, apparently impromptu, that he could live all his days by the smell, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar, of the founts, on the mountains, with lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beyond all that was ever sunk to. No firewater of firstshot usquebagh or gutburning gin or honest ruddy beer either. No. O no. Instead he sobbed himself sick on some sort of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yellagreen applejack squeezed out of his sour grapes and, to listen him retching off to his almost as low with swillers, who were rightly indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found they could not carry another drop, it came straight from the noble white fat, the openwide sat, her white hide that, from the winevat of the serene exquisite archduchess fancy you are in her at, you're in her, Fannie Urinia. Talk about lowness! It visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty black beetle for the very first instant the Kenny girl with her kodak the as yet unremunerated national apostate who was cowardly gun & camera shy taking what he thought was a short cut"

FDV3: "a swamp of bogbrown gravy for him. He preferred the mess hash of Europe's lentils lentils in Europe to Ireland's tight little pea. Once when in a state of helplessly hopeless intoxication he tried to lift the peel of a citron to either nostril and hiccupped, apparently impromptu, that he could live all his days by the smell, as the citr, as the cedron, as the cedar, of the founts, on the mountains, with lemon on, of Lebanon. O, the lowness of him was beyond all that was ever sunk to. No firewater of firstshot usquebagh or gutburning gin or honest ruddy beer either. No. O no. Instead he sobbed himself sick on some sort of a wheywhinging rhubarbarous yellagreen applejack squeezed out of his sour grapes and, to hear him in his sentimentality cups when he had absorbed enough & too much of a feast of it retching off to his almost as low with swillers, who always knew when they had enough & were rightly indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found they could not carry another drop, it came straight from the noble white fat, the openwide sat, her white hide that, from the winevat of the serene exquisite archduchess fancy you' ringing at, fanny you're in her yet, Fannie Urinia. Talk about lowness! Any dog's quantity of It visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty black beetle for the very first instant the Kenny Turnbull girl with her kodak saw the as yet unremunerated national apostate who was cowardly gun & camera shy taking what he fondly thought was a short cut after having buried a friend not long before by the wrong goods entrance"


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